𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐛𝐨𝐲 𝐰𝐡𝐨 𝐥𝐨𝐬𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐠𝐢𝐫𝐥 ; 𝐝.𝐦

01 || denial

August 28, 1998

It's been four months since the war and ever since everyone was in hiding.

The past months were not the best for Ashley. She doesn't get sleep anymore because she's scared of getting nightmares again.

Her nightmares are always about Harry's death. She missed him more than anyone knows, but still, she hasn't shed a tear.

She simply can't, she usually cries at these things, but for some reason, she couldn't. She cried about Fred's death, but not Harry's. Hermione told her it was because she was in love with Harry and she's denying his death, she isn't accepting it. But how is she supposed to? One minute she was hugging him then she wasn't. She wished she had five more minutes with him, that's all she wanted, just five.

But she is grieving, well is sex grief? She likes to think it is. She was stuck in a cell with many people her age so she took advantage of it.

It wasn't a cell exactly, it was an underground house that was arranged as a modern home with three floors. Once you enter it was the top floor and there were two floors under the first.

Ashley's room is on the last floor. While the grownups rooms were on the second floor.

She and Dean lost people they cared for and loved. They didn't grief so they talked but then tension grew between them and they couldn't stop it. One minute they were fully clothed talking then the next they were naked and kissing every spot of each other's body.

Dean laid next to her as they caught their breath. Dean looked at her while Ashley was looking at the ceiling. She felt his eyes on her and looked at him and smiled.

He kissed her lips and Ashley wrapped her arms around his neck. He chuckled, "up for another round, I see," he said against her lips.

She chuckled, "shut up, Dean," he rolled his eyes playfully and gripped her waist then slowly pulled her closer to him. He laid back down and she rested her head on his bare chest.

She brought her finger to his chest and slowly drew circles. "What are we going to do now?" He asked as he looked down at her.

"What do you mean?" She said keeping her focus on his chest. "We have to attend school again," Ashley slowly sat up and looked at him. "Are you mad?" she asked as her anger rose.

"How many times do I have to say this, no one is getting out of here, especially to Hogwarts," she spat. Dean sat up and scoffed, "oh now because Harry is dead and you're the leader of the order what makes you think you can just boss us around," he spat back.

Ashley scoffed and grabbed her shirt. She put it on and grabbed her underwear and pants and slid them on. "I didn't ask for this, I'm thinking for you guys, not me, I'm putting you first before me,"

Dean glared at her, "yeah, now once's there no more food than what will you do, huh?"

"That's why we have fucking magic you idiot," she shouted. She didn't hear a word Dean said she simply left him alone in his room.

She quickly made it to hers and shut the door. She went through her clothes and grabbed a new shirt. She took the one she was wearing off and put her clean one on.